My New Rollercoaster

As all my close friends and family know (well, to be honest, I think I told the whole dang world), I discovered I had gestational diabetes during my first pregnancy. This discovery turned into a very time-consuming issue late in my pregnancy.

Unfortunately, the diabetes did not go away when I had my daughter. I had heard it would. But nope, I was not so lucky. Eventually I was diagnosed pre-diabetic. Eventually I shed that status after shedding 45 pounds.

So this next pregnancy, I was prepared. I knew what I was heading into. (Doesn't make it any less annoying, but I least I was prepared to be annoyed.)

So when my doctor asked me to do the glucose test 30 weeks before she normally would--not surprised.

When I failed it--not a shocker.

When I was "asked" to do the second, three-hour glucose test--pissed but expecting it.

When they put me on the diabetic diet and gave me a glucose meter and made me call a nurse every week--no big deal.

When the diet failed--I had no tears.

When my new doctor gave me the "it's time for insulin talk," I had steeled my resolve.

So now I'm on insulin. It has its ups...and its downs, and that is the exact problem with it. The first day I was excited. I had NEVER see a fasting blood sugar so low. I was excited and relieved.

But then, at school, in a classroom, while dealing with a difficult situation, I hit a blood sugar low. I have heard people describe themselves as hypoglycemic, but I had NO idea how terrible it feels. I was dripping sweat and shaking and my school secretary said I had dark circle under my eyes.

Yikes.

Aft 15 grams of cards, I felt much better. Called my doctor, revised the plan, and moved on.

Until Sunday/Monday early morning. Last night I woke up at 12 am in a complete sweat. It took me a while to come to my senses and get up. When I finally got up and tested myself my sugars were 55...very low.

I'll admit that I was scared to go back to bed. My fear is what if I don't wake up. No one will really answer that question. So comforting.

So my doctor has revised my plan again. And tonight I have to wait until 11 to take my insulin (a full two hours after I am typically in bed) and I have to check at two. AWESOME.

But I'll do it. But really, March can't come soon enough. :)

I need to go back on the pill

I hate the birth control pill. It makes me crazy, I throw up, and I gain weight. However, I'm not such a happy camper now either.

Before I had a kid, I had regular, lovely, short periods. My cycle was EXACTLY 30 days. No joke. I actually took the pregnancy test 12 hours after I was late and it popped up "PREGNANT" in less than a minute.

Now my periods are totally not predictable. My cycle is totally off: 27 days one month, 33 the next. And the PMS...wow, is all I can say.

I actually just took a pregnancy test. And it's broken, so I have to go to the store and get another one. Dang it.